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“Stop, please,” Kalen said, feeling weak again as Mikol slid his knee between his, moving it slowly up one of Kalen’s thighs. His nose nuzzled Kalen’s throat.
“Don’t do this,” Kalen moaned. “Someone will see.”
“Let them.”
“You’re bigger and stronger than I am. You’ve proven that. But I don’t like being pushed around.” He sounded breathless, though, even to his own ears, and he wondered how he had the courage to say that to this man, especially when need was zipping through him like shooting stars, dancing through his body.
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t tease me with other men and try to make me jealous.”
Kalen widened his eyes, looking startled. “I-I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Oh, I think you did.” Mikol lowered his head and covered Kalen’s mouth in a brutally claiming kiss. It wasn’t harsh exactly—no teeth or anything messy—just desperate hunger. The kiss was thoroughly done, though, deep and seductive and merciless. His body was pinning Kalen’s against the wall and though Kalen struggled at first, it took only a moment for him to surrender and moan softly against Mikol’s mouth.
“Don’t talk to me about other lovers,” Mikol whispered fiercely to him, the slightest hint of a growl in his voice. “You won’t like me when I’m jealous. You’re mine and make no mistake about that.”
“But…”
“No buts. I’m telling you now that you’re mine. Let me hear you say it.”
“Yours,” Kalen whispered a little breathlessly against his lips.
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“That’s right. And no one takes what’s mine, Mikol said. “Do I need to take you back upstairs to my bed to explain that to you more thoroughly? I’ll take pains to do that for you, if you need it. Don’t doubt I will.”
“N-no. Please. I won’t. I mean, that won’t be, you know, absolutely necessary.”
“Then no more talk about other men and other matches your fucking uncle will make you. Don’t mention this colonel of yours to me again either if you value his life. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Mikol bent his head to kiss him again, using his tongue to sweep inside his mouth. Mikol finally relented and pulled away as Kalen began whimpering, and still he reached down to cup Kalen’s balls in his hand, making him groan out loud. “You’re mine now, Kalen. Make no mistake.”
He gasped and nodded, swaying against Mikol and tucking his head against his chest. “No. I mean, yes, all right,” he said, “I-I understand.”
Mikol caressed him a little more before letting him go and stepping back. He brushed Kalen’s hair from his eyes and straightened his shirt, tucking one side of it back inside his trousers. He stopped and caught Kalen’s eye.
“Why are you wearing red clothing?”
“It’s traditional for a wedding.”
“I’ll send for something for you to wear as soon as we get back upstairs.” He brushed one more kiss across his lips. “Something traditional for mynobyo. We should get this contract done pretty quickly now.”
Kalen nodded and that’s when the door in front of them suddenly opened. A young clerk motioned for them to come inside. He bowed to Prince Mikol. “Commandant Margoz will be here in a moment, sir. In the meantime, I have some forms for you both to sign.”
They followed him inside to his desk, where the clerk presented a stylus to Prince Kalen with a flourish. He pointed down to a dotted line on the screen in front of him. “Please sign here, Your Highness.”
After Kalen signed, the clerk pushed the large communicator over to Mikol. “This line is for your signature, Prince Mikol.”
Both Dartan and Florin were asked to sign, too, as witnesses. When it was done, the clerk looked up and bowed obsequiously to them as Margoz finally appeared in the doorway. “Commandant. I’ve prepared the contract, as you directed, and both parties have signed it.”
Margoz came over to bow to Prince Mikol. “My apologies,” Margoz said, “for keeping you waiting. It was unavoidable, I assure you. There are reports of Rothafari pirates in the area near Lycanus. If you’re returning to Tygeria later today, watch out for them.”
Florin snorted. “They should watch out for us.”
The commandant smiled politely and nodded, then turned to the clerk and held out his hand for the contract and stylus. He signed it with a flourish and bowed deeply to Mikol again.
